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Beta:magickmaker17
Pairings: Harry/Tom(Voldemort)
Warnings: This will have slash(Guys on guys, ppl.). This also has mentions of child abuse. Perhaps a bit mild…
Disclaim Her: You don’t want me to own Harry Potter. Let’s just leave it at that.
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Chapter 7
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There! Harry grinned as Tom wandered over to their usual table, standing. Right on time!
“You’re impatient, Harry. What brought this on?” Tom enquired with a light smile.
“Shut up,” Harry shot back, grabbing a large, pale hand in his tanned ones and dragging the older wizard after him.
“Whoo! Harry, slow it down!” Tom laughed, actually enjoying the time with the boy, as per usual of late.
Harry slowed down ever so slightly, but the two wizards still made it to The Leaky Cauldron in record time. Harry didn’t pause inside, opting, instead, to go right through.
Tom merely sighed and let himself be dragged.
Harry stopped outside a small shop with a sign stating it as Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes. There, he paused, suddenly nervous. What if they start worrying over me! And call Molly, or Dumbledore! Tom could be in trouble!
“Don’t tell me you’ve suddenly got cold feet, Harry,” Tom teased.
Harry nibbled on his lip, giving the Dark Lord a look-over. “They might call their mum or Dumbledore if they’re worried I’m not safe.”
“If that happens, I will merely leave you with them, assuming you are in better hands than those of a mere, nameless wizard such as myself. However, anyone who knows you should know exactly how well you can look after yourself, insane Dark Lord after you or not.”
Harry grinned. “Better hope said Dark Lord doesn’t overhear you calling him insane, Tom. I’ve heard he doesn’t like it much.”
“Let me tell you a secret, Mr. Potter,” Tom said in a softening voice, glancing around before leaning over to whisper in his ear. “Voldemort rather likes being seen as insane. It puts his enemies off slightly.”
“Never worked on me!” Harry informed said Dark Lord with a triumphant look before stalking into the shop.
Tom smiled. “I’d noticed,” he informed the air before following the young wizard inside.
~/*\~
“Harry!” two voices called at once. Twin red-heads settled around the black-haired young man as Tom entered. It didn’t appear that the changes in the wizard’s appearance fooled them.
“You’re alive!”
“Everyone started to get worried when you weren’t sending your usual letters!”
“Mum was just about to let us rescue you again!”
“I’m fine! Really!” Harry laughed, fending the twins off with practised ease. “I’ve never been better.”
The twins shared a look before turning mothering-looks on the helpless Boy-Who-Lived. “Spill it, Potter,” they said together.
“Eh.” Harry sighed. “They abandoned me in London. I’ve been staying out on the Muggle side. Got a disguise. Sort of.”
“No, no. It’s a good disguise against You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters. Most of them don’t know you well enough to recognise you, though you’ll want to be careful around their children,” one twin warned as the other headed back to get something.
“I’m well aware of that, Fred. I can handle myself.” Harry snorted.
“That’s not what we’re worried about. Everyone knows you can take care of yourself perfectly.” The twin, Fred, sighed. “It was the lack of response we were worried about.”
“Sorry. You know me; I like to handle things on my own. I did call Hermione, though.”
“And did you mention you were fending for yourself in the streets of London?” Fred pushed teasingly.
Harry made a face. “Tell Hermione?! Are you insane?”
“Well, yes, actually,” Fred agreed. “So, who’s tall, dark, and handsome over there?”
Harry felt a faint blush at the man’s label for Tom. “Tom, stop lurking,” he ordered the eldest wizard.
Tom swept over to the other two wizards with a raised eyebrow at Harry’s blush, which only worsened. “I was not ‘lurking’, Harry. I was being polite and letting you catch up.”
“Considerate of you,” the other twin offered as he returned.
Harry sighed. “Tom, this is Fred and George. Gred, Forge, this is Tom; he’s been keeping an eye on me for the past few days.”
Both twins looked the tall wizard over for a long moment before nodding. “Where’d you pick him up, Harry?” Fred enquired.
“I’ve known Tom for years. We just happened to run in to each other the first day I got left here,” Harry informed the twins.
Tom smiled. Indeed, he and Harry had known one another for years. A very subtle way to get them to trust him. It was a wonder the young man wasn’t in Slytherin.
“Oh, very well.” Fred sighed, giving in to the pleading look Harry was sending his way to get him to trust him on this elder wizard’s trustworthiness.
“Here.” George held something out and Harry took it.
Harry turned the small pendant over, frowning at it. “What is it?”
Tom peeked over his shoulder to get a good look at the pendant and glanced up at the twins in shock. “This is a darker artefact than one would expect a Weasley to have.”
“What is it?” Harry repeated.
“It’s meant to make you less noticeable in a crowd,” Fred explained. “Wear it when you go out to make us feel better, okay?”
“It’s not illegal, is it?”
“No,” George replied.
“It’s barely legal,” Tom informed the Boy-Who-Lived. “I thought the Ministry required permits for them.”
George held out a piece of parchment to the two dark-haired wizards. Tom took it, since Harry was too busy looking the pendant over. “The permit is signed over to this shop. It’s meant for transporting money safely, really; all the shops in Diagon have one. Harry, however, currently has a greater need of it than we do, and, as he’d our financial backer, we figure it’s legal,” he explained as Tom read over the document.
Tom frowned at the twins as Harry tugged the parchment from Tom’s hands. “You managed to word that so it would be legal.”
“You never know when Harry could use some extra protection,” Fred agreed.
“Harry, put it on. It only works while you’re wearing it,” George ordered, pulling the parchment from the young wizard’s fingers as he tried to make sense of the legal mumbo-jumbo.
Harry scowled at him, but set the pendant around his neck anyway. “Well?”
“You are less noticeable. It’s a good charm.” Tom nodded.
“The more people around, the better it works,” Fred informed the young wizard as George went to put the document away. “Take it with you to Hogwarts and wear it in Hogsmeade for us?”
“Or if you decide to come visit,” George added, returning. “You will be getting your Apparation License once you turn seventeen, right?”
“Do I have a choice?” Harry replied blandly.
“There’s always a choice,” Tom told the boy softly. “Apparating may make it easier to deal with attacks from insane wizards, but that doesn’t mean you have to be able to do such things. You’ve managed to stay alive for nearly seventeen years without the ability to apparate, what’s to say you can’t live your life without it?”
“I love how you try and give me a choice when I don’t have one,” Harry grumbled.
Seeing and properly deciphering the confused look on Tom’s face, the twins explained, “Harry’s hated portkeys since the TriWizard Tournament–“
“–and you’ll never find a soul who’s worse with the Floo Network then our Harry.”
“He’s okay with thestrals and hippogriffs–“
“–but they aren’t always too handy–“
“–and the same goes for brooms–“
“–and flying Ford Anglias.”
“Flying Ford Anglias?” Tom laughed.
Harry grinned. “Yeah. Ron and I had to take it to school second year because Dobby locked the platform to the train on us. It should still be wild in the Forbidden Forest. It saved us from some Acromantula once.”
Tom blinked. “Aragog?”
“Yes. We weren’t Hagrid. They figured they could eat us.”
Tom snorted. “Figures.”
“So, Harry, why are you here?” George enquired.
“Well, other than to keep random Weasleys from worrying themselves sick over me, I figured I’d get some pranks to play on unsuspecting Muggles…”
“You wouldn’t!” the twins chorused, eyes glittering mischievously.
“Perhaps I would. You never know.”
Tom gave a cough that sounded suspiciously like “Slytherin.” Harry gave the Dark Wizard an annoyed look and Tom smiled innocently.
Fred and George smiled at the two dark-haired wizards. “Pleasant as it may be to watch you two glare holes into the back of each other’s heads, I believe you wanted pranks, my dear Harry?” Fred interrupted.
“And I’m sure we’ll have just the things you need.”
“Brilliant.” Harry sent one more glare at Tom before following the twins deep into the small shop. Tom merely smiled and followed them.
~/*\~
“So, Harry, where have you been staying?” Fred asked as George was showing Tom something he’d enquired about.
Harry brushed at his shoulder-length hair. “Small Muggle hostel not far from the Leaky Cauldron. Nice place, really. They didn’t ask any questions and the room’s nice and private. Not many people staying, despite it being mid-summer.”
“Probably more popular ones nearby.”
“Yeah…”
“Why don’t you come stay at the Burrow?”
“Voldemort, Fred.” Harry sighed. “I’m not chancing he’ll attack your house. You know how I feel about putting you lot into danger for me.”
“I know, I know.” Fred rolled his eyes. “You know Dumbledore would let you stay at Headquarters or Hogwarts if you asked.”
“I’m not staying at Headquarters again,” Harry growled. “And I refuse to spend my Dursley-free summer at Hogwarts. It’s only a few more days until my birthday; once I can use magic, I’ll be perfectly fine, you know that.”
“Well, at least let Mum throw a party for you. You know she’d want to.”
“I agree,” Tom offered as he and George rejoined the other two. “It’ll do you some good to hang around with your friends. I know I’m probably boring you.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Tom, trust me, you could never be boring. You make far too many rude jokes.”
“I’m glad to know that keeps me from being boring. I think.” The man snorted. Harry smirked.
“Well, Tom, why don’t you come too?” George offered as he rang the man’s things up.
Tom shook his head sharply even as Harry gave a definite, “No.”
“Aw, why not? Mum’ll love him!” George complained, having decided he rather liked Tom’s sense of humour after the man jinxed him when he hadn’t been looking.
“I have a lot of work to catch up on.” Tom sighed. “I’ve been taking too much time off to keep an eye on the infamous Harry Potter, here.”
“That’s good of you,” Fred teased.
“What do you do, anyway?” George enquired.
“Tom’s an auror,” Harry said quickly. Tom blinked a few times before nodding quietly. “He’s not a big fan of either Voldemort or Dumbledore’s ideals, though; don’t bother,” the boy added when the twins opened their mouths to ask him about joining the Order.
Tom frowned at the boy. “I wasn’t aware my mouth had wandered over to you, Harry.” Harry made a face while the twins laughed.
“Well, Tom, this’ll be fifteen galleons,” George informed the man. Tom sighed and handed over the money.
“Told you you’d find something to use at your work!”
“Harry, I plan on using half of this stuff on you.”
“Then you shouldn’t have told me.”
“Potter, shut up.”
“So, birthday?” Fred cut in.
“Sure. Owl me about the time and I’ll meet you here.”
“Of course. Dad’ll probably want to take you for your License.”
“Yes, yes. Whatever works.”
“Perfect!” Fred grabbed Harry’s arm while George grabbed Tom’s and the two were led from the shop as the twins spoke.
“Have a great day!”
“Don’t be a stranger!”
“Expect our owl!”
“Smile always!”
“And don’t forget to wear that thing while you’re out!” the two chorused as one before closing the shop door behind Harry and Tom.
Harry grinned at the Dark Lord. “What do you think?”
“They're insane, Harry.”
“But fun!”
“Now, really. An auror?”
“You work with dark wizards and you deal with raids.”
“I never wanted to be an auror!”
“I know. You wanted to be a Dark Lord.” Harry snorted. “You wanna be at wand point by the twins in their own shop?”
“Shut up, Potter.”
“That’s what I thought.”
“Idiot.”
“Thanks.”
Tom groaned. “Where to now?”
“Well, I suppose we can split up and head home.”
“Very well. I shall meet you tomorrow outside the café?”
“Perfect.”
Tom nodded and ruffled Harry’s hair. “Don’t get Avada Kedavra’d for me. Or, if you do, leave me a note telling me who it was so I can get them back,” he said cheerfully before apparating out of the alley.
Harry rolled his eyes. “Wasn’t aware you cared, Riddle. Really. Leave him a note. What an idiot.” Harry sighed and set off towards the hostel.
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Abandon & Reclaim Series:
Abandon the Prequel: Sixth Year
Abandon Chapters:
01 || 02 || 03 || 04 || 05 || 06 ||07 || 08 || 09 || 10
11 || 12 || 13 || 14 || 15 || 16 || 17 || 18 || 19 || 20
21 || 22 || 23 || 24 || 25 || 26 || 27 || 28 || 29 || 30
31 || 32 || 33 || 34 || 35 || 36 || 37 || 38 || 39 || 40
41 || 42 || 43 || 44 || 45 || 46 || 47
Reclaim Chapters:
One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten
Eleven || Twelve || Thirteen || Fourteen || Fifteen
Epilogue
Side Stories:
Ginevra Weasley & Theodore Nott
Minerva McGonagall || Minerva McGonagall (again)
Author:
batsutousaiBeta:
magickmaker17Pairings: Harry/Tom(Voldemort)
Warnings: This will have slash(Guys on guys, ppl.). This also has mentions of child abuse. Perhaps a bit mild…
Disclaim Her: You don’t want me to own Harry Potter. Let’s just leave it at that.
Chapter 7
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There! Harry grinned as Tom wandered over to their usual table, standing. Right on time!
“You’re impatient, Harry. What brought this on?” Tom enquired with a light smile.
“Shut up,” Harry shot back, grabbing a large, pale hand in his tanned ones and dragging the older wizard after him.
“Whoo! Harry, slow it down!” Tom laughed, actually enjoying the time with the boy, as per usual of late.
Harry slowed down ever so slightly, but the two wizards still made it to The Leaky Cauldron in record time. Harry didn’t pause inside, opting, instead, to go right through.
Tom merely sighed and let himself be dragged.
Harry stopped outside a small shop with a sign stating it as Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes. There, he paused, suddenly nervous. What if they start worrying over me! And call Molly, or Dumbledore! Tom could be in trouble!
“Don’t tell me you’ve suddenly got cold feet, Harry,” Tom teased.
Harry nibbled on his lip, giving the Dark Lord a look-over. “They might call their mum or Dumbledore if they’re worried I’m not safe.”
“If that happens, I will merely leave you with them, assuming you are in better hands than those of a mere, nameless wizard such as myself. However, anyone who knows you should know exactly how well you can look after yourself, insane Dark Lord after you or not.”
Harry grinned. “Better hope said Dark Lord doesn’t overhear you calling him insane, Tom. I’ve heard he doesn’t like it much.”
“Let me tell you a secret, Mr. Potter,” Tom said in a softening voice, glancing around before leaning over to whisper in his ear. “Voldemort rather likes being seen as insane. It puts his enemies off slightly.”
“Never worked on me!” Harry informed said Dark Lord with a triumphant look before stalking into the shop.
Tom smiled. “I’d noticed,” he informed the air before following the young wizard inside.
“Harry!” two voices called at once. Twin red-heads settled around the black-haired young man as Tom entered. It didn’t appear that the changes in the wizard’s appearance fooled them.
“You’re alive!”
“Everyone started to get worried when you weren’t sending your usual letters!”
“Mum was just about to let us rescue you again!”
“I’m fine! Really!” Harry laughed, fending the twins off with practised ease. “I’ve never been better.”
The twins shared a look before turning mothering-looks on the helpless Boy-Who-Lived. “Spill it, Potter,” they said together.
“Eh.” Harry sighed. “They abandoned me in London. I’ve been staying out on the Muggle side. Got a disguise. Sort of.”
“No, no. It’s a good disguise against You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters. Most of them don’t know you well enough to recognise you, though you’ll want to be careful around their children,” one twin warned as the other headed back to get something.
“I’m well aware of that, Fred. I can handle myself.” Harry snorted.
“That’s not what we’re worried about. Everyone knows you can take care of yourself perfectly.” The twin, Fred, sighed. “It was the lack of response we were worried about.”
“Sorry. You know me; I like to handle things on my own. I did call Hermione, though.”
“And did you mention you were fending for yourself in the streets of London?” Fred pushed teasingly.
Harry made a face. “Tell Hermione?! Are you insane?”
“Well, yes, actually,” Fred agreed. “So, who’s tall, dark, and handsome over there?”
Harry felt a faint blush at the man’s label for Tom. “Tom, stop lurking,” he ordered the eldest wizard.
Tom swept over to the other two wizards with a raised eyebrow at Harry’s blush, which only worsened. “I was not ‘lurking’, Harry. I was being polite and letting you catch up.”
“Considerate of you,” the other twin offered as he returned.
Harry sighed. “Tom, this is Fred and George. Gred, Forge, this is Tom; he’s been keeping an eye on me for the past few days.”
Both twins looked the tall wizard over for a long moment before nodding. “Where’d you pick him up, Harry?” Fred enquired.
“I’ve known Tom for years. We just happened to run in to each other the first day I got left here,” Harry informed the twins.
Tom smiled. Indeed, he and Harry had known one another for years. A very subtle way to get them to trust him. It was a wonder the young man wasn’t in Slytherin.
“Oh, very well.” Fred sighed, giving in to the pleading look Harry was sending his way to get him to trust him on this elder wizard’s trustworthiness.
“Here.” George held something out and Harry took it.
Harry turned the small pendant over, frowning at it. “What is it?”
Tom peeked over his shoulder to get a good look at the pendant and glanced up at the twins in shock. “This is a darker artefact than one would expect a Weasley to have.”
“What is it?” Harry repeated.
“It’s meant to make you less noticeable in a crowd,” Fred explained. “Wear it when you go out to make us feel better, okay?”
“It’s not illegal, is it?”
“No,” George replied.
“It’s barely legal,” Tom informed the Boy-Who-Lived. “I thought the Ministry required permits for them.”
George held out a piece of parchment to the two dark-haired wizards. Tom took it, since Harry was too busy looking the pendant over. “The permit is signed over to this shop. It’s meant for transporting money safely, really; all the shops in Diagon have one. Harry, however, currently has a greater need of it than we do, and, as he’d our financial backer, we figure it’s legal,” he explained as Tom read over the document.
Tom frowned at the twins as Harry tugged the parchment from Tom’s hands. “You managed to word that so it would be legal.”
“You never know when Harry could use some extra protection,” Fred agreed.
“Harry, put it on. It only works while you’re wearing it,” George ordered, pulling the parchment from the young wizard’s fingers as he tried to make sense of the legal mumbo-jumbo.
Harry scowled at him, but set the pendant around his neck anyway. “Well?”
“You are less noticeable. It’s a good charm.” Tom nodded.
“The more people around, the better it works,” Fred informed the young wizard as George went to put the document away. “Take it with you to Hogwarts and wear it in Hogsmeade for us?”
“Or if you decide to come visit,” George added, returning. “You will be getting your Apparation License once you turn seventeen, right?”
“Do I have a choice?” Harry replied blandly.
“There’s always a choice,” Tom told the boy softly. “Apparating may make it easier to deal with attacks from insane wizards, but that doesn’t mean you have to be able to do such things. You’ve managed to stay alive for nearly seventeen years without the ability to apparate, what’s to say you can’t live your life without it?”
“I love how you try and give me a choice when I don’t have one,” Harry grumbled.
Seeing and properly deciphering the confused look on Tom’s face, the twins explained, “Harry’s hated portkeys since the TriWizard Tournament–“
“–and you’ll never find a soul who’s worse with the Floo Network then our Harry.”
“He’s okay with thestrals and hippogriffs–“
“–but they aren’t always too handy–“
“–and the same goes for brooms–“
“–and flying Ford Anglias.”
“Flying Ford Anglias?” Tom laughed.
Harry grinned. “Yeah. Ron and I had to take it to school second year because Dobby locked the platform to the train on us. It should still be wild in the Forbidden Forest. It saved us from some Acromantula once.”
Tom blinked. “Aragog?”
“Yes. We weren’t Hagrid. They figured they could eat us.”
Tom snorted. “Figures.”
“So, Harry, why are you here?” George enquired.
“Well, other than to keep random Weasleys from worrying themselves sick over me, I figured I’d get some pranks to play on unsuspecting Muggles…”
“You wouldn’t!” the twins chorused, eyes glittering mischievously.
“Perhaps I would. You never know.”
Tom gave a cough that sounded suspiciously like “Slytherin.” Harry gave the Dark Wizard an annoyed look and Tom smiled innocently.
Fred and George smiled at the two dark-haired wizards. “Pleasant as it may be to watch you two glare holes into the back of each other’s heads, I believe you wanted pranks, my dear Harry?” Fred interrupted.
“And I’m sure we’ll have just the things you need.”
“Brilliant.” Harry sent one more glare at Tom before following the twins deep into the small shop. Tom merely smiled and followed them.
“So, Harry, where have you been staying?” Fred asked as George was showing Tom something he’d enquired about.
Harry brushed at his shoulder-length hair. “Small Muggle hostel not far from the Leaky Cauldron. Nice place, really. They didn’t ask any questions and the room’s nice and private. Not many people staying, despite it being mid-summer.”
“Probably more popular ones nearby.”
“Yeah…”
“Why don’t you come stay at the Burrow?”
“Voldemort, Fred.” Harry sighed. “I’m not chancing he’ll attack your house. You know how I feel about putting you lot into danger for me.”
“I know, I know.” Fred rolled his eyes. “You know Dumbledore would let you stay at Headquarters or Hogwarts if you asked.”
“I’m not staying at Headquarters again,” Harry growled. “And I refuse to spend my Dursley-free summer at Hogwarts. It’s only a few more days until my birthday; once I can use magic, I’ll be perfectly fine, you know that.”
“Well, at least let Mum throw a party for you. You know she’d want to.”
“I agree,” Tom offered as he and George rejoined the other two. “It’ll do you some good to hang around with your friends. I know I’m probably boring you.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Tom, trust me, you could never be boring. You make far too many rude jokes.”
“I’m glad to know that keeps me from being boring. I think.” The man snorted. Harry smirked.
“Well, Tom, why don’t you come too?” George offered as he rang the man’s things up.
Tom shook his head sharply even as Harry gave a definite, “No.”
“Aw, why not? Mum’ll love him!” George complained, having decided he rather liked Tom’s sense of humour after the man jinxed him when he hadn’t been looking.
“I have a lot of work to catch up on.” Tom sighed. “I’ve been taking too much time off to keep an eye on the infamous Harry Potter, here.”
“That’s good of you,” Fred teased.
“What do you do, anyway?” George enquired.
“Tom’s an auror,” Harry said quickly. Tom blinked a few times before nodding quietly. “He’s not a big fan of either Voldemort or Dumbledore’s ideals, though; don’t bother,” the boy added when the twins opened their mouths to ask him about joining the Order.
Tom frowned at the boy. “I wasn’t aware my mouth had wandered over to you, Harry.” Harry made a face while the twins laughed.
“Well, Tom, this’ll be fifteen galleons,” George informed the man. Tom sighed and handed over the money.
“Told you you’d find something to use at your work!”
“Harry, I plan on using half of this stuff on you.”
“Then you shouldn’t have told me.”
“Potter, shut up.”
“So, birthday?” Fred cut in.
“Sure. Owl me about the time and I’ll meet you here.”
“Of course. Dad’ll probably want to take you for your License.”
“Yes, yes. Whatever works.”
“Perfect!” Fred grabbed Harry’s arm while George grabbed Tom’s and the two were led from the shop as the twins spoke.
“Have a great day!”
“Don’t be a stranger!”
“Expect our owl!”
“Smile always!”
“And don’t forget to wear that thing while you’re out!” the two chorused as one before closing the shop door behind Harry and Tom.
Harry grinned at the Dark Lord. “What do you think?”
“They're insane, Harry.”
“But fun!”
“Now, really. An auror?”
“You work with dark wizards and you deal with raids.”
“I never wanted to be an auror!”
“I know. You wanted to be a Dark Lord.” Harry snorted. “You wanna be at wand point by the twins in their own shop?”
“Shut up, Potter.”
“That’s what I thought.”
“Idiot.”
“Thanks.”
Tom groaned. “Where to now?”
“Well, I suppose we can split up and head home.”
“Very well. I shall meet you tomorrow outside the café?”
“Perfect.”
Tom nodded and ruffled Harry’s hair. “Don’t get Avada Kedavra’d for me. Or, if you do, leave me a note telling me who it was so I can get them back,” he said cheerfully before apparating out of the alley.
Harry rolled his eyes. “Wasn’t aware you cared, Riddle. Really. Leave him a note. What an idiot.” Harry sighed and set off towards the hostel.
Abandon the Prequel: Sixth Year
Abandon Chapters:
01 || 02 || 03 || 04 || 05 || 06 ||
11 || 12 || 13 || 14 || 15 || 16 || 17 || 18 || 19 || 20
21 || 22 || 23 || 24 || 25 || 26 || 27 || 28 || 29 || 30
31 || 32 || 33 || 34 || 35 || 36 || 37 || 38 || 39 || 40
41 || 42 || 43 || 44 || 45 || 46 || 47
Reclaim Chapters:
One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten
Eleven || Twelve || Thirteen || Fourteen || Fifteen
Epilogue
Side Stories:
Ginevra Weasley & Theodore Nott
Minerva McGonagall || Minerva McGonagall (again)
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